At the Musarium

[7601 – 7700]

Sagacious, inexperienced, downcast
bent over the archives of a stalwart
witchcraft, weaving a Breton tapestry
out of woollen yarn & conveniently
pompous appellation, Mia unlocked
injunction from its subterranean
illegal sandstone compartment beneath
a Brooklyn sidewalk. It smelt of sulphur
of gunpowder, like a brace of onion
or congress of manure. Restlessness is
a tumultuous barbarian, a
timely lunatic, tracing nuisance from
its whereabouts among the firmament
to an attic nook in the closet
of acquiescence.

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